I could feel my eyes become droopy. Was my heartbeat slowing down or speeding up? I couldn't tell. Bored with that I turned my lazy gaze over to the peeling fence. My eyes glazed over as I stared blankly, unable to move. Settling down, I decided it was better to wait it out. I was pretty fucked up, and not going anywhere anytime soon. The bench next to Dairy Queen was aging and the rust colored paint was flaking off, trying to escape the rotted wood. The lucid green leaves on the bush that hid a corner of the bench reached forward in greeting. I brushed them away from my head, barely aware of the already dead leaves that had become entangled in my hair. Noticing them, Nicolette pulled them out of my hair and began absentmindedly flicking her lighter.
“Thanks,” I muttered, to no response.
It was just beginning to become light out, the sun was stretching out golden beams, tickling the horizon. My favorite time of day. Patting my pockets, I reached for another cigarette and held my other hand up to Nicky, who had been setting the browned leaves on fire. She passed me her lighter slowly, but not before asking, “Where's yours?”
“I ate it.” I said “Yummy yummy in my tummy.” She rolled her eyes. “Weirdo.” I laughed at my own joke. My brain wasn't functioning properly. Thoughts buzzed and hummed, annoyed with this I brushed them away, until all I could hear was someone almost shouting my name. “Rin. RIN.” I snapped out of it “What?” I replied calmly. “Give me the cigg.” It was Nicky. I lifted my hand towards the sky, not wanting to move the rest of me. “Thanks.” Smoke flew from her mouth. The cigg was passed. Smoke drifted up to the clouds. This was how we spent most days before school. Or during, or after. We waste away hours beside the DQ at that half hidden bench, or sitting on milk crates behind the DQ. Some days it's in the Industrial Park as I like to call it. It's a ton of giant offices and the whole thing is basically a giant parking lot. It has parking garages and greenhouses, where we spend most of our time at. Nicki and I slept in one of the parking garages once. Mostly though, we can be found in the greenhouses, small smoking areas with a bench, an ashtray, and a roof. Because, as society has taught us, smoking inside is wrong. Hazardous to the health and such. But that's just how we live. In one of the greenhouses once we found a cigar. Curious, Nicki took the metal top off the ashtray-thingy to find a pile of cigars. It was one of the strangest things either of us had ever seen. Nicki peeled on apart. The smell was rank, awful. We laughed. How could anybody smoke those things?
